Chapter 480 Secondary Career
"Lord Somov, let's retreat! We still have time..."
"...It's too late..."
Somov and Yakup stood on the high watchtower, watching as those invincible heavy armored knights were easily knocked down and smashed, while the cavalry behind them continued to accelerate in the predetermined waves. The entire Rakshasa cavalry legion had formed a huge momentum and was charging forward toward the Da Yuan army camp.
"Spread out, disperse to both sides, don't maintain the wedge shape anymore..."
The Rakshasa heavy cavalry were originally positioned in front of the undead knights, forming a dense wedge formation to maximize their impact. However, the artillery of the large army caused them great suffering. A single cannonball could often kill several knights, and the officers in charge could only shout and try their best to disperse them to reduce the chances of being hit.
The infantry support artillery of the Da Yuan army has been developed to the third generation. However, the explosive fuse of the third generation is still somewhat unstable. Therefore, the troops in this western expedition are equipped with the very mature second-generation breech-loading artillery, which can fire solid shot and shotgun shells, and has a rate of fire several times higher than the first-generation muzzle-loading artillery.
"Quickly, quickly, load the cannons! The enemy's heavy cavalry are starting to scatter, and the artillery is losing its effectiveness. It's our turn now!"
Large quantities of large-caliber bullets were loaded into the Gatling gun's magazine. The loader vigorously cranked the handle to load the bullets into the ready-to-fire position. The gunner wiped the sweat from his palms with a towel and kept his eyes fixed on the enemy cavalrymen whose numbers were growing larger and larger in the crosshairs.
In world military history, dense musket formations ended the myth of cavalry's invincibility over infantry, forcing cavalry to abandon their noble status and begin to learn to cooperate with infantry.
The advent of machine guns completely stripped cavalry of their status as a main force, causing them to gradually fade from the historical stage. Cavalry were simply too large a target; close-range machine gun fire could hit them even with one's eyes closed.
During the American Civil War, Dr. Gatling invented the Gatling gun, a rotary machine gun that was entirely man-powered and fired. Although it had a rate of fire of less than 600 rounds per minute, it was enough to teach the enemy cavalry what a nightmare was.
"Ready...to fire!"
At the commander's order, the loader began to crank the handle, and the six black barrels of the Gatling gun began to spin. When the rotation speed was sufficient, a series of tongues of fire began to spew out, chasing and firing at the scattered heavy cavalry.
"It's all over, everything's over. What have I done? I've wiped out the main force of the Imperial Seventh Cavalry Legion..."
"Lord Somov, we still have the Knights of the Dead. Morakoff will slaughter all these Great Xia people!"
"Yakfu... Even if we kill all these Xia people, will our heavy cavalry survive?"
Yakup was speechless. Heavy cavalry was not the same as light cavalry. A light cavalryman was defined by a horse, a sword, and a bow.
The warhorses, armor, and valiant riders of a heavy cavalryman are all carefully selected; ordinary men and horses could not bear the weight of such heavy armor. It could be said that the value of these thousand-plus heavy cavalrymen was greater than that of tens of thousands of Rakshasa light cavalry.
What are those once invincible heavy cavalry doing now? Are they being felled like wheat by those strings of fire? And then, with their heavy armor on, are they clumsily crawling around on the ground, screaming in agony?
"General, our knights of the dead have charged forward!"
Hundreds of undead knights finally bypassed the fallen heavy cavalry and appeared before the army, causing panic among the army's riflemen.
"What's going on?...I definitely hit him..."
"These are the monsters the prince described. These people can't be killed, only beheaded... Quickly, get the heavy infantry in formation..."
The undead knights were constantly being shot; the Gatling gun's large-caliber bullets clearly pierced their armor, but their bodies only swayed, and they continued to charge on their horses.
"Idiots, shoot the horses! Everyone shoot the horses! Heavy infantry, prepare for battle! Have all cultivators gather in this direction!"
Qin Mo had heard Heather mention that among the Rakshasa people of the Western Continent, there had emerged a special kind of powerful individuals. They were incredibly strong and impervious to swords and spears; they could only be killed by severing their hard skulls.
"I never expected such a monster to appear here! Luckily, the prince informed us in advance, otherwise these new recruits would have wet their pants in fear!"
At this moment, Qin Mo didn't care about Wu Shengze's praise. He picked up his "big gun" and blasted open the heads of five undead knights in succession, setting an example for the slightly flustered soldiers of the Da Yuan army.
"Gatling guns, aim for their heads! Artillery and riflemen, block the cavalry behind them! Don't panic... Didn't you see the prince taking them down one by one?"
The army commander was running and shouting to calm his soldiers down. It was the first time they had faced these knights of the dead who had no sense of pain. Anyone would feel a chill down their spine.
All the Gatling guns abandoned their firing at the following cavalry and concentrated all their firepower on the hundreds of undead knights in front. The dense bullets hit them, making them tremble uncontrollably. Occasionally, a shot to the head would knock them off balance, leaving them unable to get up for a long time.
The knights of the dead began to run and dodge, but some still fell permanently and could never get up again.
Qin Mo's big gun used double-base gunpowder, while the Gatling gun used black powder, making it a level less powerful. It wasn't capable of killing these undead knights with a single shot, but even the strongest body would be torn apart after being hit by a dozen or dozens of bullets.
Several of the undead knights were quite skilled, managing to dodge most of the bullets. Although the bullets propelled by gunpowder did not reach the speed of sound, their strength definitely exceeded that of ordinary Yellow Realm cultivators.
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